The more Justin Bieber rents yachts and loads them up with strippers and booze, the more I begrudgingly have to respect the little shit weasel. If it weren’t for the trio of bloated social media assistants and handlers he has riding the stern of his ship, he’d almost be a relatively non-asshole rich young guy. What twenty year old who just beat his last two police raps wouldn’t be banging curvy Latinas on a yacht if they had a Scrooge McDuck amount of coin in the bank? He’s like a very tiny outlaw. I have to admire him in a small way. I’m sure it won’t last.